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About Bordeaux

I get mad, tho—people dumpin’ cans of dat fake broth, all salty and sad. Makes me wanna smash somethin’! Real broth? Hours simmerin’, love in every bubble—dat’s da way! Once, I messed up—added too much garlic, stank up da whole lair! Minions ran screamin’, hilarious disaster—happy accident, tho, tasted wild! Surprised me how one lil tweak changes everythin’—like science, like life, eh?

Tourism, holidays & weekends guide in the Finistère

Then, I wander over to the port. The boats are bobbin’ up and down, and I’m feelin’ all poetic. I sit on a bench, strummin’ my air guitar, just vibin’. Suddenly, this old dude comes up. He’s like, “You play?” I’m like, “Yeah, kinda.” He starts tellin’ me about his youth, how he used to jam with his buddies. I’m thinkin’, “Man, this guy’s got stories!” But then he goes off on a tangent about his cat. Like, dude, I’m here for the music, not the cat tales! But hey, I nod and smile. Gotta respect the old-timers, right?